Fall Has Descended
By Janeal Mulaney
Within our small town, fall has descended. School has started and we are gradually getting back in our regular routine. Wake up every morning switch the pot to on, down my first cup of coffee even though the pot is not done. Wake up our little darlings and lay out their clothes, so they can dress and be ready to go.
I must confess that I love this age my grandchildren are in, for they are still young enough that they look forward to school. They hurry through their chores and are ready to hit the door. Time goes quickly by for them as well as myself, I suppose. There never seems to be enough hours within to get everything accomplished that is on my to do list.
So tomorrow’s to do list becomes quite long, and I will still only get half way through. There is no time for self though I am alone for an hour or two. I cannot believe I have so much work to do. I remember back when I was so young and free, what did I do with all the time I’d set out for me. Time passes one second at a time until you realize your years have amalgamated. It feels like yesterday I just started school now my grandchildren are learning the things I have already forgotten.
I am grateful for one thing though they seem so much brighter, then I ever was at their age. My eight-year-old grandson read his first book over a hundred pages from cover to cover within a day’s time. I don’t think I completed that until I was in high school, and even then knowing me I probably skipped a chapter or two. Just within this short period of time I realized my granddaughter of six has dyslexia, I still think it is a gene that is passed down from generation to generation. My father has it, I have it, my youngest son has it, and now my granddaughter has it. So I know I will need to work with her more. She likes being in the top of her class percentage wise, so we do extra at home to help her achieve her goal.
I put away my own to do list to pickup my grandchildren from school, with a smile on my face and troubles left behind, I’m all theirs until it’s Mommy’s time. Then it’s homeward bound, and time to write. An article here or there, maybe a chapter or two in my novel, and then I too get ready for bed.
